You 9-21-2002 in Out in the Open

You Saturday, September 21, 2002

If hate was a weed it couldn't grow any faster than the feeling of hate I have for you.

You will never touch me again.

I will never love you again.

You are nothing to me.

You will never be anything.

You are shallow.

You are a liar.

You are selfish.

I don't like you anymore.

Go Away.

Her

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neat joe 12/10/2002 11:22:32 PM